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Little Lights

Matthew Sweatt·August 4, 2023

Little Lights written by: Matthew Sweatt Our little ones With their little lights Shine bright So bright...

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Her Beauty is My Euphoria

Muideen·July 27, 2023

Her Beauty is My Euphoria written by: Muideen @Muhyi_official you’re the water that germinates my plants –...

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Torn by Thorn

Nehemiah Ojochonu Egwuda·June 27, 2023

Torn by Thorn written by: Nehemiah Ojochonu Egwuda My mind thrills on the reminiscence of childhood We...

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Whispers of Senility

Olaseni Kehinde Precious·June 24, 2023

Whispers of Senility written by: Olaseni Kehinde Precious @theKPrecious Reminiscing an illuminating star Beaming in love and...

English Poetry

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I See My Soul

JahArt Kushite·March 28, 2023

I See My Soul written by: JahArt Kushite I visited my soul at its secret abode And...

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HOPE

Jasna Gugić·October 7, 2022

HOPE written by: Jasna Gugić I would like to take the paths of new hope and erase...

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Betrothal of Nature

Tamara Yancosky (BBYCGN)·September 19, 2022

Betrothal of Nature written by: Tamara Yancosky Cheery, fluttering rainbows engage and fawn dainty white-skirted miracles which...

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DOG, poetry by Dr. K. K. Matthew at Spillwords.com

DOG

Dr. K. K. Mathew·June 20, 2022

DOG written by: Dr. K. K. Matthew The moment of extreme happiness comes When the pet dog...

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Springtime

Enrico Barigazzi·May 31, 2022

Springtime written by: Enrico Barigazzi Tomorrow I’ll have seen a blackbird chirping on a magnolia bough its...

English Poetry

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Ode To A Scented Bloom

Aminath Neena·April 16, 2022

Ode To a Scented Bloom written by: Aminath Neena Oh jasmine; oh, my grace, Thy softness and silky...

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A Sincere Man Am I (Verse I)

Spillwords·February 20, 2022

A Sincere Man Am I (Verse I) a poem by Jose Marti A sincere man am I...

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Ode To Babe

Koushik Gain·January 31, 2022

Ode To Babe written by: Koushik Gain You are the seed of humans, Planted in Innocence, No...

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Sacred Womb

Afraaz Mulji·October 4, 2021

Sacred Womb written by: Afraaz Mulji @AfraazMulji What I wish to render can only be communicated with...

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Sun Rises

Mohamed El Houssaini·September 14, 2021

Sun Rises written by: Mohamed El Houssaini I’m so pure now With zero malignity, zero vengeance and...

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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